When I heard that the Paris Gay Parade was happening, I grabbed my camera and hopped on the first metro heading that direction. I called my friend and told him to meet me at one of the stations since I had no idea where exactly this parade was happening.. I just knew I had to get there. We found it fairly easily, by following all the shirtless, feathery men. I was intrigued by all the self expression that was happening at this place..and snapped as many pictures as a could. There were hundreds of people and every cafe was packed, so when we spotted an empty table it was as if a sign to sit down and have a glass of wine. I am not one to ignore signs, of course..